Life has never been the same ever since I started working, and more so since I came to Hyderabad. People seem to enjoy giving lectures for hours together. And if they are certain that they have found a listener or bakra, then its simply gone. And if its not your day, God save you from all the gyaan!!!
It exists in all places. At home, we never really questioned it and called it as advice or some fairytale required for the maturity of oneself. When we went to college, it was still there, in an altogether different shape. We used to call it funda. And people who used to give fundas, were also quite a lot. Once I started working, its like literally everyone around is giving you ideas about how to do a thing and few others telling how not to!! And believe me, if you are on a weak wicket, you will have to listen to the gyaan's of the watchman also. The lingo is so famous in the company I work, that at times, we even make fun of creating a separate department for the same headed by a vice president called VP Gyaan!!!
I am so bugged off listening to all these gyaans that at times, when I have an opportunity to give it to someone, I ensure that I give it with interest. But I really have not got many live opportunities like that, so maybe I am bugging my beloved readers through this blog.
And the heights of it all was, my brother giving me a missed call at little past midnight last night. I was particularly very tired after a hectic day yesterday, and was sleeping like a log!! First of all, I was pissed off at the missed call. But this fellow wouldnt at all listen. And moreover started justifying that it was not a missed call."Trust me bro!! It wasn't a missed call. It was a call for you to tell you to call me!! A missed call is given to someone who you don't want to talk to, but wanna irritate!! So this was definitely not a missed call!!" "Huh!!! What a way to start May 02, 2008!!" I told him!!!
It exists in all places. At home, we never really questioned it and called it as advice or some fairytale required for the maturity of oneself. When we went to college, it was still there, in an altogether different shape. We used to call it funda. And people who used to give fundas, were also quite a lot. Once I started working, its like literally everyone around is giving you ideas about how to do a thing and few others telling how not to!! And believe me, if you are on a weak wicket, you will have to listen to the gyaan's of the watchman also. The lingo is so famous in the company I work, that at times, we even make fun of creating a separate department for the same headed by a vice president called VP Gyaan!!!
I am so bugged off listening to all these gyaans that at times, when I have an opportunity to give it to someone, I ensure that I give it with interest. But I really have not got many live opportunities like that, so maybe I am bugging my beloved readers through this blog.
And the heights of it all was, my brother giving me a missed call at little past midnight last night. I was particularly very tired after a hectic day yesterday, and was sleeping like a log!! First of all, I was pissed off at the missed call. But this fellow wouldnt at all listen. And moreover started justifying that it was not a missed call."Trust me bro!! It wasn't a missed call. It was a call for you to tell you to call me!! A missed call is given to someone who you don't want to talk to, but wanna irritate!! So this was definitely not a missed call!!" "Huh!!! What a way to start May 02, 2008!!" I told him!!!
2 comments:
hahah!!
no one will comment on this post just because they'll think they are giving you gyaan :p
anyways!!
you should always specify who brother you are talking about!!
you see.. some people need to know who it is! :P
Now I intentionally did not mention the name of THAT BROTHER, because I am not sure, which way he will take it!!!!
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